General Hospital spoilers tease that a jaw-dropping twist is about to rock Josslyn Jacks to her core — and it all unfolds thousands of miles away from Port Charles.

The Five Poppies Resort in Croatia, a sun-soaked luxury hideaway, has unexpectedly become the center of a mystery that could rewrite one of GH’s most tragic love stories.

Josslyn and her WSB partner, Vaughn, are deep undercover, playing the part of blissful newlyweds on a picture-perfect honeymoon.

Their mission seemed straightforward — gather intel on suspicious activity at the resort while blending in with the other wealthy tourists. But this so-called paradise hides secrets far darker than either agent anticipated.

For Josslyn, the assignment takes a devastatingly personal turn during an otherwise ordinary dinner service. Amid the clink of glasses and soft strains of music, she spots a server weaving through the room — and her heart stops cold. The man’s walk, his stance, even the way he tilts his head… it’s Dex Heller.

It can’t be. She saw him die. She was there in the General Hospital ER when his heart monitor flatlined, her hand gripping his as he slipped away.

She mourned him, buried the future they’d dreamed of. And yet, standing just feet away, is a man who could be his double — serving cocktails like Dex never even existed.

Trying to maintain her cover, Josslyn excuses herself from Vaughn and follows the man toward the bar. Her pulse hammers in her ears. She calls his name, voice shaking. For an instant, she swears she sees a flicker of recognition in his eyes — but it’s gone as quickly as it appears.

He insists he’s “Gospo Nazim,” a local who’s worked at the resort for months. His Croatian accent is thick… maybe too thick. Before Josslyn can press him further, a female server steps in, her protective hand on his shoulder, smiling just enough to mask the steel in her voice.

She introduces him as “Modri,” a quiet man from a nearby village, not American, not English-speaking. He nods along, visibly relieved by her intervention, then disappears into the kitchen.

The exchange lasts barely two minutes, but to Josslyn, it feels like a lifetime. She returns to her table, her training taking over.

She replays every detail in her mind — his body language, the tension in his eyes, the way the woman shut down the conversation. The explanation was neat, tidy… and entirely too convenient.

In Port Charles, she learned long ago that nothing is ever what it seems — and if Dex Heller really is alive, then someone went to extraordinary lengths to make her believe otherwise.